From reading my posts, you might think I love many things: Google (I’d marry you if I could, oh fount of all knowledge), anything that sparkles (bright and shiny does it for me), just about anything with sugar in it (with the exception of cheesecake, bleh!), and adorable endangered animals.

Yes, I do love all of those things.

But most of all, I love Puff n Sip. What is that? you might ask. Let me tell you.

Puff n Sip is a tradition started by my dear friend Stas. Otherwise known as Cactus. But that’s another story.

It wasn’t a tradition when he started sending the emails every Wednesday, announcing a meeting place at a local watering spot, then venturing on to Cigar Bar, where cigar aficionados could puff their hearts away. But week after week, he sent out the emails, and the faithful came. And it became a tradition. Something everyone could look forward to every Wednesday night.

I’ll admit, I haven’t attended every Wednesday night. However, that doesn’t diminish my love for the mid-week gatherings. Because when I do show up, I’m greeted by hugs and love, as is every visitor. And when I’m not there, I know that there is love waiting for me once I do return.